Chapter 4
IT was so early that not even a bird was yet awake, and the dull
grey light that came from the atmosphere enlarged and made
indistinct all that one looked at, and swathed all things in a cold
and livid gloom.
As she trod cautiously through dim corridors Becfola was glad
that, saving the guards, no creature was astir, and that for some
time yet she need account to no person for her movements. She was
glad also of a respite which would enable her to settle into her
home and draw about her the composure which women feel when they
are surrounded by the walls of their houses, and can see about them
the possessions which, by the fact of ownership, have become almost
a part of their personality. Sundered from her belongings, no woman
is tranquil, her heart is not truly at e
